MTL - Young Military Rarities-Chapter 8 Accident and Encounter Xing Feng (3)

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Throwing the student ID to him, Xing Feng suddenly stretched out his fingers and bounced his forehead, and turned back to the car. Yun Che did not tangled, and felt his forehead as if it was hot. They will see you again.

"Shh ... have you seen him?"

In the black-headed sedan, another man sitting in the back seat, Danglang, asked, Mo Wenyang, the cousin of Xing Feng, an officer in the Southwest Military Region, compared to Xing Feng, who had created countless achievements in the army. It's more like a second generation ancestor. With the help of his family, he only held the title of lieutenant colonel, but in fact, he was also very powerful. However, his strength was hidden under the cynical appearance, and most people didn't know.

"Go back to the troops."

Glancing at him lazily, Xing Feng said, "Don't worry about the car, rush to Beicheng as soon as possible."

"Yes."

When the driver heard the words and started the car again, Mo Wenyang swept away the previous frolics and condensed, "Do you really believe that the virus will break out in a large area? It ’s too late in the last days?"

After a nationwide snowstorm a few days ago, new influenza outbreaks have occurred in various places. The day before yesterday, research institutions believe that this is probably a new type of virus. Anyone infected with the virus will bite people crazy and highly contagious. Many hospitals have Many patients of this type have been shut down, and the army has begun to deploy protective measures. Ordinary people are panicking, and no official news has been released for the time being.

"Opportunities are reserved only for those who are prepared. No matter if the virus spreads or not, one more preparation is always right. The army has not begun to prepare. Even if it turns out that we are just a false alarm, I can afford to lose hundreds of millions of materials. . "

Moreover, he does not necessarily lose money, can the goods be resold?

"Well, you have the money and you have the final say."

Mo Wenyang's brain was dark and he simply ignored him. He dared to use his head to guarantee it. Ya's extreme force was to show off his wealth in Chiguoguo!

On the other side, Yun Che, who had left a ragged pickup truck, was out of the city. When he passed the oil depot that he had seen a few days ago, he just saw a few tanker trucks parked outside. After a while, Yun Che cat walked quietly near the oil depot, seeing that the staff seemed to have just handed over, and was trembling. Yun Che stepped forward and waved, and several tank trucks disappeared out of thin air. He did not wait for others to react. He was already dark. Hidden into the night again.

"No, it's bad ... the tanker disappeared out of thin air ..."

I don't know how long after that, the oil depot was agitated, and Yun Che had already driven away with his pickup truck.

[End of this chapter]

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